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Chapter 1 Homecoming
As an orphan, he was able to spend a happy childhood, was admitted to university, found a good job after graduation, was appreciated by leaders, had a good income, resigned and started a business, and made his first pot of gold.

God treats himself well, Wang Tong has always thought so, even though he had an incurable disease when success was just around the corner.

The money that came was just enough to keep him in the hospital until he died. This is really good luck. Wang Tong often joked about himself in the hospital bed.

His vision gradually dimmed, and his consciousness became blurred. Wang Tong knew that he was going to die soon, but at this moment, his thoughts were flooding. From childhood to adulthood, in order to be like other people and to have a better future, he has been working hard , but did not expect this ending.

"I can not be reconciled……"

The 31-year-old Wang Tong died alone on the hospital bed, and no one heard his last whisper.

In the third year of Wanli in Ming Dynasty, Guangdong and Macao.

On the hillside facing the sea, there are row upon row of western-style buildings, and more than a dozen forts are set up in key places. Looking at the people coming and going on the street and the bustling market, it is hard to imagine that in 20 years, this is just a wasteland by the sea. .

Yellow-faced Han Chinese and white Europeans are mixed together, forming a unique scene here. You will never see such a scene in other places in Ming Dynasty. The women in Frangji bargain with the Han vegetable vendors on the street, dressed in rags Many white people peddled the crude "Frangji specialties" on the street and the Ming people who came and went.

In the blacksmith's shop of the French robot, you can even see Han Chinese children working as apprentices.

"Wang Tong!! Your father told you to go home quickly!!"

Someone shouted loudly, and the sound spread into the blacksmith's shop on the side of the street. Hearing this, a sturdy child put down the iron rod and drill bit in his hand, stood up and said goodbye to the bearded middle-aged white man next to him:
"Master Balmond, I'm going back to my hometown in the capital today. Thank you for teaching me so much in the past six months."

The bearded white man was hitting an iron rod on the anvil. Hearing what the child said, he slowed down the rhythm of the beating, and said in blunt Chinese:

"Thanks to me, I won't give you wages either. The burden by the door is for you. We won't owe each other any more from now on."

Wang Tong didn't answer the question either, just bowed deeply there, went to the door to pick up the bag, and ran out quickly. The capital is thousands of miles away from Macau, and this Bamond is a white man. It's a chance to see you again. Quite confused, Wang Tong felt sad and left quickly.

He didn't hear that the sound of the hammer beating the anvil stopped behind him, and naturally he couldn't see the bearded Balmond wiping the wet corners of his eyes with his hands.

At this time, Macau was not big, and Wang Tong quickly ran to the port. There were Galen ships and Clark ships with soft sails and Dafu ships with hard sails in the port. The masts were like forests, and the scale of moored ships even exceeded that of Macau. The town itself.

Wang Tong, who ran here, had already seen a middle-aged man standing on the edge of the trestle. This middle-aged man was wearing a flying fish suit with an embroidered spring knife hanging on his waist. No matter whether it was a ghost or a Han, they all avoided him in awe. , because they knew that this attire represented the "Jinyiwei", one of the most powerful divisions of Ming Dynasty.

The eyebrows and eyes of Wang Tong and this middle-aged man are quite similar, but compared to Wang Tong's stocky and strong body, this middle-aged man looks a little pale, and although he is tall, he is very thin. Seeing Wang Tong running over, He hurriedly smiled and raised his hand to greet him, before he was about to speak, but was suddenly coughed.

"Father, how long have you been waiting for me?"

Running to the front, Wang Tong raised his head and said, the middle-aged man stopped coughing, wiped the hand covering his mouth casually behind him, touched Wang Tong's head lovingly, and gently reprimanded:
"You child, the adults who saw you off have already gone back, and they are just waiting for you!"

Wang Tong bowed his head and smiled sheepishly. The middle-aged man turned and walked towards a lucky boat. He hurriedly followed, and the middle-aged man kept talking.

"...I'm 12 years old, studying and learning martial arts is the right way, Xiao Tong, you spend all day in the blacksmith shop, or you just move around stupidly..."

Wang Tong and his father walked side by side, and the others were afraid to avoid Jin Yiwei, so no one noticed that there was a trace of blood on the middle-aged man's skirt, which was where he had just wiped his hands.

The lucky boat is large, and now it is a calm season. People on the boat can hardly feel the turbulence. Standing on the deck, watching the blue waves and the seagulls flying around the boat makes people feel refreshed.

The middle-aged man was weak, and he went into the cabin to rest as soon as the ship set sail. He knew that his child would not run around, so he let Wang Tong stay on the deck without worry.

Sitting there in the lee of the building of Fu Chuan, Wang Tong untied the small bundle. As he had expected, there was a short-fired gun in the bundle.

After learning blacksmithing with Balmond for half a year, it is estimated that the bearded white man also saw his love for firearms, so he simply gave him one as a gift when he was parting.

The wooden handle is polished very smooth, the pot of priming medicine fits perfectly, and the trigger is very flexible. It can be regarded as a carefully crafted household item, but it is a bit heavy, weighing almost four catties.

The Francois machine short matchlock gun is almost the most advanced weapon of this era, but compared with the automatic weapons of later generations, there is really no way to compare it.

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It has been 12 years since I came to the Ming Dynasty, Wang Tongchang sighed, his demeanor and expression at this time seemed to be adult, which was not what he should have at his age.

Traveling to this era and becoming a newborn baby, after so long, Wang Tong still remembers the horror and ecstasy at that time.

Perhaps there is God's will in the dark, Wang Li, the father of Jinyiwei Xiaoqi in the capital, still gave him the name Wang Tong.Not long after giving birth to him, his mother died of a sudden illness. Wang Li, a loving husband and wife, never remarried, and Wang Tong has been dragging Wang Tong by himself until now.

Having knowledge and experience hundreds of years ahead did not make him an amazing child prodigy. Modern marketing and planning knowledge is useless in this era, but mature consciousness is an obstacle for him to accept life in this era.

With the knowledge to live again, Wang Tong doesn't want to lose it again. He grows up like a real baby, studies in silence, and never slackens in exercising his body.

In this era of lack of medicine and medicine, a strong body is the guarantee of health...

Four years ago, that is, the fifth year of Longqing, Wang Li was transferred to Macau for investigation. Their family had no relatives in the capital, so naturally they brought Wang Tong along.

Although the Fran robot appeared in Macau only 30 years ago, it is already a westernized town. Wang Tong discovered a blacksmith shop here that can make firearms.

Knowing about firearms must be of great help to him. Wang Tong tried his best to enter this shop as an apprentice, but he was too young and his father didn't agree at all.

It wasn't until half a year ago that the strong Wang Tong persuaded Wang Li and asked someone to introduce him to that shop.

Wang Li and the people around him thought that Wang Tong was just a child on a whim. Unexpectedly, the 12-year-old Wang Tong learned from the blacksmith's shop solidly to what he is today.

Learning one more useful technique will increase one's chances of survival in this era, Wang Tong thought while proficiently inspecting the various parts of the short-fire gun.

Suddenly there was a violent coughing sound, Wang Tong quickly wrapped up the burden on his hands, and ran towards his father Wang Li's cabin quickly.

From the cold and dry Northland to the hot and humid South China Sea coast, traveling thousands of miles, busy with work, and not adapting to the environment, Wang Li has not been in Macau for a long time, and his physical condition began to deteriorate.

Macau is also a remote place in Guangdong, where there is a lack of medical care and medicine, and Wang Li's body is getting weaker and weaker day by day.

There is a boundless sea outside the boat, and the journey home has just begun.

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